Class of 1964 Woburn High, Woburn Mass

I wonder how many of my classmates that I graduated with in 1964 at Woburn High School in Woburn, Massachusetts are still alive.

I imagine most of them have died, which saddens me.

Though I was riffraff and a troubled teen back then,
most of my classmates were how I wish I could have
been:

Like those who studied hard and got good grades.

Like those who played high school sports or participated in extracurricular activities.

Like those who behaved and didn’t get kicked out of
classes and school.

Had I been like them, it wouldn’t have taken me years and numerous hard knocks to finally reform myself, have satisfying achievements, and heal the scars that made me a troubled and rebellious teen in the class of 1964.

Thinking about the class of 1964, I’m dismayed about
how many, if not most, of those classmates have
perished and are no more except for memories by those
who cared about them, friends and family.

Though I believe, based on reading and listening to
many near death experiences, that the afterlife is
the awakening of a lifetime,

in this moody, reflective moment it saddens me that those classmates, once young and so alive in 1964, will all be gone … forever.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd